((So I thought: "I feel like écriture something dirty.. nothing too explict.. but just a little romantic teasing shit... And it not be about a certain two people.." And that's what I do when I have a stomache-ache... Come up with short shitty drabbles...
I also gave no specific nIames for the pair.. because I want toi to put who you'd like in the the male and female positions. I tried to make it so no gender was specified, so toi could put literally anything like.. a door and one of your OC's, but it was getting hard.. plus this crap is my only output when I listen to: Breath of Life par Florence and The Machine..... anyway~
Viola!!))
((If toi are offeneded, disqusted, ou are uncomfortable with this article, don't read it.. but.. if it bugs toi /that/ much.. I'll remove it for the sake of the club, otherwise enjoy.))
Knock. Knock.
"Can I come in!?" A muffled voice called from behind a door. Slowly a male, who had orginally taken a spot-sleeping- on the uncomfortable, spring-filled sofa, stood; grumbling as he touched the knob of the wooden barrier, turning it and opening the entryway. To his surprise a girl stood before him, and the concern that filled his peircing orbs was masked with annoyance.
"What're toi doing out so late..?" He hissed as he ignored the lingering question that had first escaped the flawless figure before him.
Slowly an expression formed on her delicate face, causing her forehead and nose to wrinkle, and her brows to draw in as her, plump, lips curved into a frown. Aggitated.
She was aggitated. Aggitated with his hollow, lifeless question, as if he didn't want to see her. But, she thought inwardly, I'd be pissed, too, if someone came to my door at three in the morning.
"Huh..Oh well I-"
"It's raining, toi do realize that, right?" He grumbled, cutting her off, his hard eyes looking above her, plus than he already did, due to his height advantage; often jouer la comédie as if he didn't see, nor hear, her if she talked to him.
Soft drops of clear water drifted from the sky, each tear reflecting the bright, shadowed, white light of the moon. The droplets spalshed against her hair in quiet 'pops', causing the locks to appear as if shimmering étoile, star dust settled on them. And right there it dawned on her: The whole walk, all ten blocks, to his house, she had been traveling in bone cutting, cold, rain. No wonder she was shivering, how did she not notice earlier, why didn't she bring something a little plus comforting to help keep her warm.
"Well, no I didn-" She started.
"Come on, get inside, toi might freeze.." He cut down her sentence, again, as his eyes returned to her, while he wrapped an arm around her waist, and let his hand rest in the small of her back; quickly pulling her into the comfort of his house.
The blush that spread through her face was, all too, obvious,"Than-"
"Sit."
Again? Really? It seemed almost purposful now, but she complied, sitting. Her shivering knees met as she rubbed her arms, desperate to warm up. She heard him disappear down a distant hallway, exhaling softly. The way his hand felt on her back still coursed through her, but she swiftly pushed all the fantasies away as he returned, plopping a overly-large T-shirt in her lap and a towel. "Go shower." His voice was crisp, and pointed as he commanded her.
"Excuse me...?"
"You smell, like dirty rain water..and I don't want that scent, nagging at me from every peice of furniture toi touch."
"I do not smell like dirty rain water!"
The boys lips came dangerously close to her neck, for less than a moment, then moved up lingering on her inner ear, his breath dancing upon every part of skin that was victimized par it. "You definently do, not, smell like lillies and roses, so I advise toi douche before that awful smell soaks into you, and I have to deal with it everytime you're around." Briskly, he pulled back, a challenging smirk upon his lips, daring her, tempting her to do something, anything other than to listen to him. But she stood, and flicked him, abrubtly grabbing the chemise and heading to the douche down the hall, his laughter echoing off the, near, enclosed walls.
~
He couldn't help it, he had to get rid of her. Of her face, eyes, mouth, smile, hair; body. He had to get her rid of thaclothing. Oh that clothing. It hugged her body, almost perfectly, squeezing at parts an- He couldn't think about it. The plus she sat there, her wet, shivering form, in that damned clothing, the plus it only fired him up. It was the reason he had to come up with some excuse, to be such a dull, forward, idiot, force her to shower, to leave him, and change out of that clothing. And if he actually would've had a conversation, that, would have been deadly. That fucking voice she was blessed with? What the hell! It was like a siren's song to a sailor... and he was so willing to be that salior.
Right, conversing like they usually do, on this night, in this paticular weather, would have been deadly. Even if they did act intment every once in awhile, it had never spawned an equal feeling to the one that pulsing through him at this moment. He raked his mind, thinking of dead puppies, anything.. to help calm himself... only to have a brick of realization slam into him.
Underwear.
Then and there a plan turned over in his mind.. An evil plan.
Oh.. he was going to get back at her.
~
Quietly, the girl opened the door, the T-shirt she now wore came to the mid of her thigh as her hand caressed a pile of clothing. She paced her steps, not wanting to slip for, well, multiple reasons. She noticed, after getting out of the warm shower, she was missing certain key items, she didn't know if it was on purpose, but she was almost glad. Glad to know he didn't keep women's undergarments in his drawer. The other was, if she tripped, she would just look stupid, no one wants that.
As she walked into the living room she searched but, to no avail, could not find the certain person she was desperatly looking for. Quickly, she turned to trail back to the bathroom, only to slam into something tender, yet muscular.
She looked up, and vibrant eyes fell on her, half-lidded. "Oh, I.. didn't see y-" her words stopped mid-sentence as rough fingers tipped her chin upwards and lips fell upon her's. Taken par surprise, she half screamed, trying scramble away from her predator; but a gentle hand found itself in her hair as the other drifted back to the small of her back, pressings her closer. The action caused a hot wave to erupt from deep within her and ebb through her body, at a painstaking pace.She shifted to her toes, to gain some leverage, pushing into the kiss; only to be greeting with an eager tounge skimming her bottom lip and pry into her mouth.
Her enforcer moved his hand from her hair to her leg, rubbing the inner part of her thigh, before lifting it and forcing her against the wall; breaking away from the Kiss to trek hot kisses down her jaw-line. He was rewarded with a pitiful moan that mad his cœur, coeur race, causing his aggression to spike. Roughly, but lovingly, grinding against her, he pulled her arms from the huge, shirt, sleeves giving him plus room to expolore.
Hotly, he paved a pathway from her neck, across her collarbone; to her shoulder with his tongue. The girl in front of him squirmed and he grunted, returning to her full lips, giving her a fiery kiss, before breaking away and letting her back on her feet.
She shifted; gaining her balance and looking at him. "What.. was.. that..?"
"Payback..." He pinned her arms back against the drywall.
"F-for!?"
"Waking me up.." He leaned in and kissed her softly before retiring to the couch.
"Wai-What!"
"You can sleep in my bed... now that toi don't smell like dirty rain water.."
~
((Mmm.. told you.. it wasn't that bad, just enough in my opinion.. Hope toi enjoyed...))
I also gave no specific nIames for the pair.. because I want toi to put who you'd like in the the male and female positions. I tried to make it so no gender was specified, so toi could put literally anything like.. a door and one of your OC's, but it was getting hard.. plus this crap is my only output when I listen to: Breath of Life par Florence and The Machine..... anyway~
Viola!!))
((If toi are offeneded, disqusted, ou are uncomfortable with this article, don't read it.. but.. if it bugs toi /that/ much.. I'll remove it for the sake of the club, otherwise enjoy.))
Knock. Knock.
"Can I come in!?" A muffled voice called from behind a door. Slowly a male, who had orginally taken a spot-sleeping- on the uncomfortable, spring-filled sofa, stood; grumbling as he touched the knob of the wooden barrier, turning it and opening the entryway. To his surprise a girl stood before him, and the concern that filled his peircing orbs was masked with annoyance.
"What're toi doing out so late..?" He hissed as he ignored the lingering question that had first escaped the flawless figure before him.
Slowly an expression formed on her delicate face, causing her forehead and nose to wrinkle, and her brows to draw in as her, plump, lips curved into a frown. Aggitated.
She was aggitated. Aggitated with his hollow, lifeless question, as if he didn't want to see her. But, she thought inwardly, I'd be pissed, too, if someone came to my door at three in the morning.
"Huh..Oh well I-"
"It's raining, toi do realize that, right?" He grumbled, cutting her off, his hard eyes looking above her, plus than he already did, due to his height advantage; often jouer la comédie as if he didn't see, nor hear, her if she talked to him.
Soft drops of clear water drifted from the sky, each tear reflecting the bright, shadowed, white light of the moon. The droplets spalshed against her hair in quiet 'pops', causing the locks to appear as if shimmering étoile, star dust settled on them. And right there it dawned on her: The whole walk, all ten blocks, to his house, she had been traveling in bone cutting, cold, rain. No wonder she was shivering, how did she not notice earlier, why didn't she bring something a little plus comforting to help keep her warm.
"Well, no I didn-" She started.
"Come on, get inside, toi might freeze.." He cut down her sentence, again, as his eyes returned to her, while he wrapped an arm around her waist, and let his hand rest in the small of her back; quickly pulling her into the comfort of his house.
The blush that spread through her face was, all too, obvious,"Than-"
"Sit."
Again? Really? It seemed almost purposful now, but she complied, sitting. Her shivering knees met as she rubbed her arms, desperate to warm up. She heard him disappear down a distant hallway, exhaling softly. The way his hand felt on her back still coursed through her, but she swiftly pushed all the fantasies away as he returned, plopping a overly-large T-shirt in her lap and a towel. "Go shower." His voice was crisp, and pointed as he commanded her.
"Excuse me...?"
"You smell, like dirty rain water..and I don't want that scent, nagging at me from every peice of furniture toi touch."
"I do not smell like dirty rain water!"
The boys lips came dangerously close to her neck, for less than a moment, then moved up lingering on her inner ear, his breath dancing upon every part of skin that was victimized par it. "You definently do, not, smell like lillies and roses, so I advise toi douche before that awful smell soaks into you, and I have to deal with it everytime you're around." Briskly, he pulled back, a challenging smirk upon his lips, daring her, tempting her to do something, anything other than to listen to him. But she stood, and flicked him, abrubtly grabbing the chemise and heading to the douche down the hall, his laughter echoing off the, near, enclosed walls.
~
He couldn't help it, he had to get rid of her. Of her face, eyes, mouth, smile, hair; body. He had to get her rid of thaclothing. Oh that clothing. It hugged her body, almost perfectly, squeezing at parts an- He couldn't think about it. The plus she sat there, her wet, shivering form, in that damned clothing, the plus it only fired him up. It was the reason he had to come up with some excuse, to be such a dull, forward, idiot, force her to shower, to leave him, and change out of that clothing. And if he actually would've had a conversation, that, would have been deadly. That fucking voice she was blessed with? What the hell! It was like a siren's song to a sailor... and he was so willing to be that salior.
Right, conversing like they usually do, on this night, in this paticular weather, would have been deadly. Even if they did act intment every once in awhile, it had never spawned an equal feeling to the one that pulsing through him at this moment. He raked his mind, thinking of dead puppies, anything.. to help calm himself... only to have a brick of realization slam into him.
Underwear.
Then and there a plan turned over in his mind.. An evil plan.
Oh.. he was going to get back at her.
~
Quietly, the girl opened the door, the T-shirt she now wore came to the mid of her thigh as her hand caressed a pile of clothing. She paced her steps, not wanting to slip for, well, multiple reasons. She noticed, after getting out of the warm shower, she was missing certain key items, she didn't know if it was on purpose, but she was almost glad. Glad to know he didn't keep women's undergarments in his drawer. The other was, if she tripped, she would just look stupid, no one wants that.
As she walked into the living room she searched but, to no avail, could not find the certain person she was desperatly looking for. Quickly, she turned to trail back to the bathroom, only to slam into something tender, yet muscular.
She looked up, and vibrant eyes fell on her, half-lidded. "Oh, I.. didn't see y-" her words stopped mid-sentence as rough fingers tipped her chin upwards and lips fell upon her's. Taken par surprise, she half screamed, trying scramble away from her predator; but a gentle hand found itself in her hair as the other drifted back to the small of her back, pressings her closer. The action caused a hot wave to erupt from deep within her and ebb through her body, at a painstaking pace.She shifted to her toes, to gain some leverage, pushing into the kiss; only to be greeting with an eager tounge skimming her bottom lip and pry into her mouth.
Her enforcer moved his hand from her hair to her leg, rubbing the inner part of her thigh, before lifting it and forcing her against the wall; breaking away from the Kiss to trek hot kisses down her jaw-line. He was rewarded with a pitiful moan that mad his cœur, coeur race, causing his aggression to spike. Roughly, but lovingly, grinding against her, he pulled her arms from the huge, shirt, sleeves giving him plus room to expolore.
Hotly, he paved a pathway from her neck, across her collarbone; to her shoulder with his tongue. The girl in front of him squirmed and he grunted, returning to her full lips, giving her a fiery kiss, before breaking away and letting her back on her feet.
She shifted; gaining her balance and looking at him. "What.. was.. that..?"
"Payback..." He pinned her arms back against the drywall.
"F-for!?"
"Waking me up.." He leaned in and kissed her softly before retiring to the couch.
"Wai-What!"
"You can sleep in my bed... now that toi don't smell like dirty rain water.."
~
((Mmm.. told you.. it wasn't that bad, just enough in my opinion.. Hope toi enjoyed...))
Civvies!
Alias: Valac
Relationship: *giggle* Ciel Norrian (Harmonian)
Powers: -Flight (wings), telepathic, ability to learn new languages instantly
Skills: Sword fighting, acrobatics, hacking…..ya know, the usual.
Past: Jaime, so far….hasn’t been captured par the school when he was born. Why? Because he was born with wings. At the age of 7, Jaime was captured and they took his wings. He despises the school and tries to burn it down every chance he gets. While, trying to burn it down, Jaime was knocked unconscious and regained his wings.
Other: –Called princess because he’s lazy and won’t train.
-Keeps throwing cards, knives, etc. in his manteau sleeves.
-Looks like Devin, acts somewhat like Fang.
-Picks on Lexi and Mel the most.
-Age is 16, Jaime stays in the 5 an timeline. Normally he would be 11. So, he's in the YJ Invasion crew...Just, yeah. It's confusing.
Hero
Ciel and Jaime :3
Scott sat on the couch, scribbling on a piece of paper across from Danny
"Dude. toi going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, s’embrasser its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like toi Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
"Dude. toi going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, s’embrasser its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like toi Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
Just chillin'
Irra-dressed as a girl
K.C. Resistance leader
Hero.
